it even comes with a spare tire

I am trying to think about what I did last weekend, and it seems so long ago.  I do know that on Sunday we took a good hard look at the walls downstairs because we want to repaint, but they are not in the best shape.  I channeled my inner Joanna Gaines and suggested we cover the old drywall with shiplap.  We even went to Home Depot and Lowe’s to look at shiplap supplies and for a brief, shining hour, my home renovation dreams seemed to be coming true. 

I even sang “God bless the broken road that led me straight to shiplap” as we walked down the lumber aisle at Lowe’s.

But then clearer and more fiscally conservative heads prevailed and we decided to just work with the walls we’ve got.

We didn’t make much progress this week because I was out of town for work.  I rented a car, as per usual, and this time I got a Jeep Wrangler.  When I got home I told Matt the only thing I didn’t like was that the windows were manual, and he said that was because the doors come off, so you can’t have electrical wires.

I don’t know if that’s true or not but I spent the past 48 hours debating whether or not I should take the Wrangler for a spin sans doors. 

My hotel was 12 miles from the office, and last night it took me 52 minutes to get there, even with my GPS.  I could see the hotel from the highway, but I could not get to it.  I am not kidding when I say that I made the same circle on PA 15 N, and then PA 15 S, three times.  I would have been in a bad mood about it, but people kept waving to me and their friendliness kept my spirits up.

Then I realized the people who were waving were also driving Jeeps.

That Jeep wave is a real thing and by the time I returned my Wrangler to Enterprise tonight, I was a waving pro.  The only downside to the Jeep was that it was very loud.  It didn't seem very aerodynamic and it sounded like I was riding in an airplane. 

This is how close my hotel was to the highway I kept driving up and down.  One more missed exit and I would have taken that Wranger off-roading. 

 I got home tonight and we had breakfast for dinner.  One time when I was a little girl, my mom told me that we were having pancakes for dinner and I said, “Pancakes? Can’t we have a roasted chicken or something?”

I’m sorry for that, Mom.  I understand.

We sat down at the table to eat, and I raved about how wonderful it was to feel the breeze coming through the open windows. 

“But geez, listen to those dogs barking,” I said to Matt.

“Those aren't dog, they are the cheerleaders down at the football field,” he said.

Whoops.  My apologies to the cheerleaders.

The Jeep must have been louder than I realized.

Imagine if I'd taken the doors off.